Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 261 Gold and Wood, Life and Death

A meeting of the highest level was held in Mingfeng Mountain, but only a few cultivators in the Immortal City knew the news.

The next day, Sheng Liyue walked into the courtyard with a swift pace and announced loudly:
"The latest news is that the various sects are sending a group of high-level cultivators to reinforce Mingfeng Mountain. They will arrive tomorrow."

"Okay!"

"The brothers who entered the Canglan Secret Realm must have returned!"

"Haha, the city wall defense line will definitely be stabilized."

The monks cheered, their faces filled with hopeful smiles.

Compared to others, Ji An was very surprised when he heard the news, thinking:
"Is it still necessary to use the tactic of adding fuel to the fire?"

A huge number of monsters have been killed on the Mingfeng Mountain front. The most important thing to do now should be to evacuate, right?

Then use space to disperse the monsters, and each sect just needs to hold their position and defend.

The number of independent cultivators is decreasing. If they continue to be consumed, the lives of the cultivators in the sect will be consumed.

Mingfeng Mountain is only a second-grade, top-grade spiritual vein. The defensive strength of the mountain protection formation is far inferior to the sect's third-grade formation, so the sect's defense is more confident.

A moment later, the sun rose and the battle started again. Not long after, the first wounded was sent down.

A monk called out:

"Brother Ji, this wounded man is seriously injured. Please see if you can rescue him."

"Coming!"

Ji An no longer treats ordinary wounded people, but only seriously injured ones.

In the absence of elixirs, his spell healing effect is the best.

If he couldn't handle the wounded, the other monks would have no chance.

Later on, he was the one who treated all the seriously injured patients.

Thanks to the magic power refined from Qingmu Changchun Gong, the rejuvenation technique at the great perfection level, and probably also the power of the Tao seed, he cured a large number of seriously injured people.

Of course, there are also times when we are powerless to save the situation and can only watch the light of life of our fellow disciples dim and die.

The injured man had a large frame and a strong physique, and his injuries were horrific.

Half of his face was lifted up, revealing his grayish-white brain with two clear scars on it. The other half of his face was covered in blood, making it impossible to see his features clearly.

The injured person's brain has been seriously damaged. Even if the injury can heal, the original impact has already existed.

While elixirs and high-level spells can regenerate severed limbs, they are less effective against trauma to the brain.

The injured man not only suffered brain damage, but also had three deep claw marks on his chest, with bones cracked and his beating heart exposed.

'It's going to get cold!'

Ji An sighed in his heart and shook his head secretly.

I have become accustomed to seeing life and death these days, with too many fellow disciples dying in front of me every day.

He is now as hard as stone, or even a little indifferent.

The seals in his hands changed, and his right palm quickly turned emerald green. The rejuvenation technique was activated, and emerald green light flashed, covering the exposed brain, and a piece of green grass "grew".

The gray matter of the brain healed quickly, and the injured person's rapid breathing suddenly stabilized.

"What a miracle."

Ji An was immediately delighted and quickly put the injured man's skull on top. Just as he was about to cast a spell, he felt the other party's spiritual power quickly dissipating.

Ji An was stunned for a moment and took a long breath:

"Carry it away."

He had encountered this situation before. When the monk was sent to him, he was already exhausted and on his deathbed. The rejuvenation technique stimulated the other party's last life potential, but instead accelerated his death.

Time is also destiny.

Seriously injured people were sent in from time to time, and Ji An became busy.

For some reason, there are so many seriously injured people today.

When his magic power was exhausted, he found that the courtyard was still full of wounded people.

"Liyue, I'm going to recover my mana."

Ji An said hello and left in a hurry.

He returned to his temporary resting place, took out two magic power recovery pills distributed by the sect, swallowed them, and began to practice his skills.

After refining the spiritual power in the elixir, he hurried back to the courtyard.

At this moment, he found a familiar monk lying there.

Chu He was torn open from his neck to his chest, revealing clear claw marks as thick as four fingers, and there were also two deep wounds on his heart.

Blood foam was sizzling out, leaving a pool of fresh plasma on the mud beside him.

He felt the pain in his body becoming less and less severe, his body becoming lighter and lighter, as if floating, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.

Ji An flew to Chu He's side, the seal in his hand turned into an afterimage, the rejuvenation technique was released, and the magic power of sprouting and growing spread.

Green light flashed, and the spell began to take effect, creating the illusion of green trees growing.

As the green tree grew, the wounds on Chu He's body shrank rapidly, flesh and blood grew, and the wounds healed.

He held the other's wrist and said firmly:

"hold onto."

Chu He's distracted eyes gradually came into focus, and after a moment of trance he saw Ji An's face clearly.

His lips parted slightly, and he spoke indistinctly:
"Brother, it's so cold."

After two breaths, his eyes became dull again, completely lifeless.

The effect of the rejuvenation technique came to an abrupt end, and the injuries to his throat and heart had only healed a little.

Ji An had seen a lot of life and death these days, but this was the first time that someone he knew had died in front of him. This kind of emotion was completely different from the death of a stranger.

It felt like there was a piece of cold mud stuck in my mouth, the coldness spread upward to my head, and the coldness seeped into my sea of ​​consciousness. The coldness spread downward to my entire body, as if a cold hand was tightly gripping my heart.

Chu He was the first person he met after traveling through time. He could still remember the sunny afternoon when the other person rolled up his sleeves and shook his fist in front of him.

At that time, the Taoist robes were worn by the other party as tights, which gave people an inexplicable sense of humor.

This was the first time a familiar monk collapsed on the road of cultivation. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he could only sigh helplessly.

When the other monks around him saw his appearance, they immediately guessed that the deceased was familiar with him and sighed.

As the sun set, Ji An came to the entrance of the Chaoyuan period cultivator's cave and said to the disciple on duty:
"Please inform Uncle Lin Qiubai that Chiyan Peak's Ji An is here to discuss something important."

The disciple immediately bowed and said, "Uncle Master, please wait a moment. I will inform you right away."

The disciple trotted into the cave and came out quickly.

"Master uncle, please come in."

Ji An entered the cave and bowed, saying:

"Disciple Ji An, I pay my respects to my uncle."

Lin Qiubai sat cross-legged on the futon, without opening his eyes, and said lightly:
"Why?"

He remembered the name "Ji An" as his junior brother Jia Yu had greeted him, so he arranged him to the rear.

In his heart, he felt a slight disdain for this.

It was a waste for a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage to hide in the back and do some healing tasks.

Cultivators at this level have sufficient mana, and any spiritual weapon they control can play a significant role in battle.

Now there are monsters everywhere, so you don’t need any fighting experience, you just need to use your magic power.

At the very least, killing a few hundred low-level monsters every day would be easy, right? This would greatly relieve the pressure on the city walls.

Although the opponent is a high-level spiritual farmer with great potential, for a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, the risk factor of the battle on the city wall is not high.

Because Chaoyuan-stage monsters can be dealt with by Chaoyuan-stage cultivators, other disciples can only deal with Foundation Establishment-stage monsters.

Lin Qiubai remembered that after he broke through the late stage of foundation building, killing monsters at the perfect stage of foundation building was like killing a dog.

“I have been in Mingfeng Mountain for two months and have been doing healing tasks.

Witnessing his fellow disciples die tragically in front of him every day, his fear grew day by day.

I beg my uncle to allow me to go up to the city wall tomorrow to defend the Immortal City, fight against the monsters, and avenge my fellow disciples who have died."

"Oh?"

Lin Qiubai opened his eyes, a hint of surprise in his sharp gaze.

He looked into Ji An's eyes and said word by word:

"Fighting always carries the risk of death. Are you afraid?"

There was a murderous tone in his voice, and a murderous aura emanated from him.

A sense of desolation permeated the room, as if endless leaves were falling.

Feeling the manifestation of the Golden Element Dharma, Ji An took it calmly and said without changing his expression:
“When it comes to matters of life and death, it’s a lie to say you’re not afraid.

But as a disciple in the late stage of foundation building, I see many fellow disciples in the early and middle stages of foundation building injured or even killed every day. I always feel that I should do something instead of letting them shield me from the wind and rain."

He had a deep understanding of the meaning of the Metal Element. After all, when he used the Dao Rhythm to enhance the Gengjin Dao Seed, he was 'cut into pieces' by the torrent of Gengjin Qi. Those Qi contained a trace of murderous intent that could cut off souls and destroy spirits.

Precisely because he had seen cruel things before, he remained calm when facing the opponent's pressure.

"Yes, it's right to have this awareness. As a senior brother, you should act like a senior brother.

Let me ask you, are you ready for battle?"

Seeing his disciple's performance, Lin Qiubai smiled slightly and his tone softened.

Although he only revealed a tiny bit of Qiu Zhijian's sword intent, the opponent was able to deal with it calmly, which was unexpected.

The other party is a spiritual farmer who practices the wood-type martial arts. Logically, he should be suppressed very badly.

He continued to maintain his sword intent, wanting to see how long his disciple could hold on.

"I have two spiritual weapons on me, the Flame Light Banner and the Apricot Yellow Banner. One for attack and one for defense. They are enough to deal with Foundation Establishment Stage monsters."

As he spoke, Ji An mobilized the magic power in his body, and a vibrant aura burst out to resist the endless invasion of magic.

In the room, spring returned to the earth, and the bleak atmosphere of the endless falling leaves immediately faded a lot.

Vibrant vitality and solemn death coexist, and the two legal meanings grow and decline.

"it is good!"

Lin Qiubai's eyes suddenly lit up, his disciple's understanding of the technique had reached a relatively high level.

He had the intention of testing himself and slowly increased the output of his sword power.

Ji An responded calmly with a peaceful smile on his face.

Gradually, yellow leaves appeared and fluttered down.

It seemed as if a north wind was blowing, and the chill that tore through the soul was like threads, invading continuously.

Lin Qiubai used the sword power to transform!

Ji An immediately felt the pressure and was defeated in the competition between France and Italy.

The Wood Element's Qi is weakened layer by layer and becomes increasingly dimmer.

Seeing that his disciple was gradually losing strength, Lin Qiubai prepared to put away his sword intent.

Suddenly, green grass sprouted on the ground, green trees sprouted, and a vigorous breath surged out like a surging river.

The atmosphere was filled with a continuous killing atmosphere, and the green grass and trees quickly turned yellow as if they had been chopped by an axe.

However, the green is like weeds that can never be burned out and will grow again with the spring breeze.

Life and death, prosperity and decline, the meaning of germination and growth never ends.

(End of this chapter)